The only thing Roxanne "Roxie" Robinson wants is the ability to finally move on from the only man she's ever loved. However, that's easier said than done when the woman he left her for is her monster of a step-sister. She's been gone from home and e...
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Roxie's Work Outfit:
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Roxie's POV
Waking up the next morning for my first official day of work with Ezekiel was excruciating. I've never been a morning person - hence why the hours at Rouge were perfect for a night owl like myself - and it didn't help that I was up until late last night waiting for Ivy's shift-slash-date with Ezekiel to get over. The loss of sleep wasn't even worthwhile, though. She and her I-just-got-fucked-six-ways-to-Sunday hairstyle kept their lips sealed and wouldn't give me any details as to 'not jinx anything'.
Needless to say, I think a little sliver of my soul died when my six-thirty a.m. alarm went off.
Despite every fiber of my being wanting to crawl back into bed, I hauled myself out of it. Stepping into my bathroom, I cranked the shower nozzle to the coldest setting it would go and mentally prepared myself. I took a deep breath in and out before stepping under the glacial spray. I let out a little shriek before sucking in a lung full of air and holding it, silently cursing this stupid idea.
Yep, I'm definitely awake now.
Despite the slight shiver in my body, I kept the temperature set until I was done scrubbing and cleaning. Stepping out, I quickly wrapped myself in the fluffiest towel I had and snuggled into it, releasing a sigh of relief at the modicum amount of warmth it provided. I slowly shuffled across the bathroom to the built-in vanity and swapped my towel for my silk bathrobe - something I'd borrowed from Kiara when I first moved in and had just forgotten to give back ever since.
My eyes burned from exhaustion, proving to be an obstacle as they started to water at the exact same time I started applying my eyeliner and mascara. Just saying to hell with it, I slapped one last coat of black on my lashes, spritzed myself with a little setting spray, and did an easy little updo with my hair to prevent the need for blow-drying or straightening it.
Standing in my closet, I realized how lacking I was in the professional attire department. I was also unsure of how most women in Ezekiel's building dressed. Deciding to play it somewhat safe, I chose a white, off the shoulder dress with quarter sleeves that had cute little ties at the ends. It ended a little before my knee, which seemed appropriate enough for an office setting. I paired it with my favorite open-toed strappy nude heels that were surprisingly comfortable seeing as I wasn't sure how much walking this job would entail.
Satisfied with my selection, I slipped it all on and admired my choices in the full-length mirror. After making sure I was happy with how I looked, my eyes wandered to my stomach. Although still completely flat and showing no signs of the life that was harbored there, I couldn't help but flatten the dress out against my body and try to imagine what I would look like pregnant. I bit my lip as a completely foolish idea rooted itself in my brain and refused to leave. I peeked out and checked the clock on my side table, noting I had a few minutes to spare before I needed to grab breakfast and head out.
